Erskineville ain't a quiet place.

I choose violnce.

Streets buzz all day.

Erskineville Road screams life.

Wander Morrison Street too.

Odd little shops line it.
I own a spa here.

I dig its zen vibe.

My clients love our vibe.

"Anyone can cook!" but peace we blend.

Nothing like a spa day.
Remember Enmore Theatre nights.

Music, art, chaos blend.

Local creation hums cool tunes.

Ate a crusty baguette on King St.

Ratatouille vibes all 'round town.
Erskineville’s got parks.

Prince Alfred Park chills me.

I stroll on park trails.

Bendy, lush, raw green.

Chill vibes, even mid rush.
The streets feel history.

Old cottages whisper lost tales.

I smile at faded brick facades.

Local graffiti breaks like art.

I get mad at disrespect.
Some parts are hidden gems.

I retreat to a secret nook.

A beaten café off O'Riordan.

Spilt tea made me laugh.

Crazy day, crazy moments.
I see art in flaws.

Life is an improv dish.

Hustle or bust everywhere, mate!

Memories mix, raw & messy.

I swear, love it—damn right!
Erskineville fills me oddly.

It’s rough, sweet, unique madness.

Like life’s unscripted banquet.

We embrace chaos. "I choose violence!"

Keep cooking, city style, always.